Chapter 9: Things not of this World
Centipedes.
I felt them
moving across my skin the ends of each step the lightest of pinches. Too many to count. The room was lit by moonlight and they
glistened.
The room
rolled and shimmered. It crawled.
The collective foot falls of thousands of them made a constant
*hisssss....*. My skin would shiver if
it were not paralyzed with tension to keep from upsetting those hundreds
already journeying across my body.
Then he
emerged from the door. He was cloaked so
that no flesh showed, nothing showed only the voice was detectable, "You
look unwell my friend." It wasn't
said in a known language, it was spoken in the words of primeval, the base code
of the universe, understood by anyone, like you would understand yourself, or
the things you wish to do.
"I am
covered in insects," I said.
"I was woken up, by being covered in insects."
"I do
remember such feelings well enough," the Cloak said. "I apologize. These things... a product of my
disruptions. I did not intend to cause
you harm."
"Can
you get them off me?"
"Not
without some complications," the Cloak replied. "Something from where I am from."
"Okay,"
I said watching the door.
The was
black and had no handle and was in an arch, as if someone was going to
partition my room into two smaller rooms and decided to start with the door and
frame. The Cloak pushed it a crack
letting light and noise through the crack.
The light was harsh and yellow and blinding to my sleep widened
pupils. The sounds like a thousand
clicking tongues and fingers strumming to hear the rattling click of keys on a
keyboard. Sound without meaning. Just discordant noise.
Then
another shadow entered the room and started slurpily-crunching its way around
the floor. blinded by the harsh yellow I
saw it more as a mishmash of parts then a complete whole, a broad back like a
big flat turtle, but the limbs were shiny like a carapace, and the head looked
like a worm or snake with a face that opened like a orchid with a half dozen
little tongues clicking out to pull in the bugs around my floor. Then the thing moved to my bed, I closed my
eyes and felt its front limbs holding it up on the bed, and little by little
the tiny pinches disappeared replaced with a hot dry breath and the
occasionally wispy lick of a tongue tube on one last patrol for centipede. Then the beast dropped off and shuffled into
the yellow and clicking.
"Better
now?"
"Why
does it do that?" I asked sitting up and taking a more firm grasp of the
Cloak standing gormlessly in my room.
"Each
time I move in an out the natural world gets a sort of burst and tends to
construct that energy making copies of the vermin that happen to be
around."
"A
clone army of centipedes," I closed my eyes, and let my mouth and tongue
wag as I shook my head and rubbed and scratched at every inch of myself. "The most unsettling thing a person can
wake up to."
"Again,
I--"
"Apologize,
yes, I know.... Thank you," I said.
"This is really just part of my life. How can I be of service?"
"Something
is happening," said the Cloak.
"Okay,"
I replied. "What?"
"I
know you cannot hear or feel it my friend, you are not as sensitive as many who
work for you. But I can hear it in the
Room that Hangs in Darkness, I can hear it at the Everywhere Motel. There is a sound more and more of your people
will start to hear."
"What
does it mean?"
"Unknown,"
the Cloak replied. "I hear it like
distant screams, so loud as to be garbled, so distant as to be faded. And the universe has a lot of background noise
to bother me with."
"So
you hear a noise from over a hill, but the water fall you are standing next to
keeps you from hearing the message clearly."
"That
analogy would be apt, yes."
"Well,
what you are hearing, does it sound like a roaring cheer?"
"No."
"Cry
for help?"
"No."
"Is it
the sound of someone crying in pain?"
"At
first I thought so," said the Cloak.
"But it has changed. Now it
sounds more like... a growl. It sounds
like hunger."
I looked at
him in the darkness, my composure came back to me then. I got up and began to get dressed, making
sure to keep the light low and aimed away from my guest. Fumbling with my silver key necklace being tangled for a second with the tie. "Has anyone in the organization already
been bitten?"
"What?"
"The
Growling... Have any of the people I am in charge of fallen victim to this
thing."
"Some
have, yes," the Cloak said.
"They have walked into the mouth that is growling and are already
being chewed."
"Anyone
else?"
"No
one directly working for you," said the Cloak.
"Odd
way to word that," I replied.
"Are any of my people proximate to this right now? Anyone who can be warned?"
"Perhaps,"
said the Cloak, "Though it is being managed for now at the expense of
those they are working with."
"Names?"